New year’s eve is a strange night.  On the one hand you think of past new year’s when you have been out and about – the fun you had and what you may promised yourself.  This year, I did not want to move from the sofa.  The memory of last year’s fireworks on the old roman bridge was pulling but it was cold out there.  At 10:30pm we put on our coats and went down to Tavira to see what was happening.   As we got out of the car I knew it was going to be very cold.  We bumped into a few friends who were clearly better prepared,…